The night was thick with the weight of impending doom, a suffocating cloak that pressed down on Ava's every breath. The fortress, once a bastion of safety, now felt like a cage—a cruel reminder of the past she could never escape. Every corner, every shadow seemed to hold a piece of her history, fragments of memories that she had buried deep, hoping they would never resurface. But they had returned, clawing their way back into her life, threatening to destroy everything she had built.
Ava's footsteps echoed through the deserted hallways, each step a painful reminder of the friends she had lost, the trust she had shattered. The air was thick with the scent of ash and regret, as if the fortress itself mourned the souls that had been lost within its walls. Her heart pounded in her chest, a relentless drumbeat that matched the turmoil within her mind.
